Some messy metaphors about rivers and creativity 🌊

Hello, friend. The other day, I went for a walk to the park near my house. It's an old park with big majestic trees (one of which I got married under), and is home to one of the oldest cemeteries in Canada. It is bordered on two sides by our town; on one side by big empty meadows of tall grasses, and on one side by a small river. I like walking there because it's one of those places where you can really feel history brushing up against you—for example, in the mid-1800s, there was a whisky...